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mori briscoe - march madness كلمات أغنية

[intro: mori briscoe]
grah, grah, grah
shoutout jon cintron, n_gga
you better stop playing with us like we ain’t already shoot sh_t, f_ck?

[verse 1: mori briscoe, denz floxks]
lil bro got the drop, i’m like copy (copy)
i’ll be there in two minutes with chops (say that)
i don’t f_ck with n0body who oppy (at all)
said it again just to make sure they got me
smoking tony, sh_t punching like rocky (he dead)
i said smoking on boomer, he blocky (for real)
now they saying i’m moving too c_cky
big top dawg, who the f_ck gon stop me (rrrrr)
me and twin on they block with an all black stick like hockey, but ball like we play for the knicks (grah, grah)
mikes for the drill, gotta step in my (yer)
mikes for the drill, gotta step in my drip (drip, drip)
my ooter jamaica, the gun in his dreads
just seen an opp, tried to dump and he fled (ricky)
n_gga try and touch me, i fill him with lead (grah)
big blue flag, but i’m tryna see red (grah, grah, grah)
cl!ck, keep cl!cking (rah, rah, rah, rah), kha got shot, now he labeled a victim
don’t run (bang), now he tripping, catch lee drilly, my choppa gon lift him (drilly k)
goofy dissing on twin, he stupid (like what)
faceshot, tryna leave n_ggas toothless (grah, grah)
dummy all in the air like a q_tip (dummy)
spin through 194 with a poolstick
tired of these opp n_ggas capping in media
all this rapping, like when n_ggas meeting up (like what)
don’t be outside when we slide, we creeping up (slime)
too slimey, i feel like yb or sumn
in the spot with the knocks with the check (on bro)
any n_gga moving hot get left (on bro)
talking on bro, put a hole in his chest
dropping the hat, now them dumb n_ggas vexed
oppositions can’t even compare, cause most of they mans got put in the air (they dead)
ftl, we the n_ggas they fear (grah)
switching the glock like i’m switching my gear (rrah)
n_ggas know when we step we stomp (grrrrr)
catch the n_gga, that’s the one that we want(graow)
they ain’t on sh_t, i don’t care about a [?]
smoking on deads, i’m the one that they want

[verse 2: denz floxkz]
look
told brodie approach him and light the whole fifth up
when i’m in the jungle, snipers with them sticks tucked
pop me two 30s, that sh_t give me hiccups
(bang) face on a shirt if they try bringing nick up
jumble our block, boy, i need a zipup
roll up dead opps and [?] ash on they pictures
they claim they outside, but they fools tryna diss us
punching online, then walk in for the pick up
send the goons out, plotting and watching, walk up the block, bring the petey, i need that
ain’t no question, they flocking and dropping, go body for body, sh_ll case make him relapse
if you blow off the whip, pull the seat back, clean that, we hit a target like freeze tag
double back on they block and empty the clip, then check citizen for the feedback
like huh, flock and bl!ck in they spot with a compact switch
chicago gang with a ny drip
might send a sh_ll if they dropping my
facts send a sh_ll if they dropping my sh_t
my shooter a zoe and he still on parole
performing outside, we ain’t talking no shows
yellow tape up so they be flooded with holes
got spirits with em that’s protecting the pole
so dump, keep dumping, clip with extensions so you know we plugged in
they claim, he clutching, computer thugs for the views, keep bluffing
but wait, peep something, all the opps linked on d_ck playing husband
rake drop, then you know we slumped him, locked with no bail, so until free cousin
[outro: denz floxks]
free them steppers
grrrrtt, grrrrrttt
flock sh_t, bl!ck sh_t, n_gga, don’t play with that
talk that talk

- mori briscoe

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